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Director: Greg McLean
Starring: John Jarratt,
Cassandra Magrath, Nathan Phillips, Kestie Morassi
Screenplay: Greg McLean
Country: Australia |
There was an incredible amount of hype coming
from the U.S. about Wolf Creek long
before it hit Australian cinema screens. It was
borderline sensationalism. I didn't think,
given what had come before, that all of this word
of mouth (which, at the time was spreading like
a plague) would be justified. There were reports
coming from various screenings in the U.K. and the
U.S. where people were so impacted by what they'd
just seen, that they couldn't separate the
film's lead, John Jarratt, from his psychotic
onscreen personality and some were shocked that
the two girls who also starred in the film could
stand near him.
Based loosely on the notorious backpacker murders
committed by Ivan Milat, and more recently by
Bradley John Murdoch, Wolf Creek presents us with Ben (Nathan Philips), a Sydney-sider
travelling across Australia with Brit backpackers
Liz (Cassandra McGrath) and Kristy (Kestie Morassi).
For the most part everything runs smoothly until
predictably (I mean that in the nicest possible
way – this is a horror film after all!)
their car kicks the bucket just outside Wolf Creek
National Park, and local man Mick Taylor (John
Jarratt) comes to their aide. You can tell from
the get go where things are going…
Wolf Creek follows the same
basic premise as it's predecessors, but
it's the execution that sets it apart. You
know what's going to happen, but Wolf
Creek gives it to you in a way you aren't
expecting, when you aren't expecting it.
It's continually playing on the viewer's
expectations. Based on the global reaction to
this film, I thought I was in for an experience
similar to the Texas Chainsaw remake; an enjoyable one, but overrated in terms
of shock value. Man, was I wrong. With the expectations
set optimistically low, I was genuinely disturbed
by the brutality and ruthlessness in which the
latter sections of the film played out. While
not as explicit or persistently violent as so
many American efforts can be (*cough*Devil's
Rejects*cough*), Wolf Creek soars ahead of such films by creating a very raw
and incredibly intense experience through realism
and minimalism. What plays out at the end of a
fairly lengthy chase sequence has been seared
into my memory, and shocked me far more with so
little than the entirety of Rob Zombie's
recent trash-fest.
The dynamic between our three protagonists is
totally believable. They all exude their own individual
charisma and you warm very quickly to each of
them. Any preconceived notions of horror film
stock characters can be thrown out the window,
because each of the three is portrayed with an
extremely well developed sense of naturalism.
But it really is John Jarratt who dominates this
film. From his first appearance on screen, he
automatically commands attention. His Mick Taylor
is so well presented that you really do love him
for a while, even though you know exactly what
he is beneath it all. A friend of mine was so
surprised by his initial performance that he thought
(and half hoped) he'd walked into some sort
of special screening where he came and helped
them out and sent them on their way, the film
ending on a happy note. But then of course reality
sets in and he becomes a genuinely frightening
presence. The harrowing ordeal that follows is
made even more so by the performances given. You
wear down as they wear down. Sure, there are a
couple of moments where you question the logic
behind certain decisions, but these are forgivable
in the long run, as I can't bring a single
horror film to mind where I haven't questioned
the motives of particular individuals, and in
the bigger picture it's only a minor misdemeanour
(the video camera sequence was a little prolonged
though).
Visually, Wolf Creek is stunning.
The whole film was shot in Hi-Def and later transferred
to 35mm, and outside of a couple of brief shots,
you would never have known. The wide open shots
of the Australian outback are incredible to look
at, and at the same time provide the film with
the ominous feeling of isolation and the harrowing
reality of the situation ahead. Cinematographer
Will Gibson has done a fantastic job, and never
misses a beat. It's always good too when
you get a filmmaker from an art background, as
they generally have a great grasp on image composition
and how to express things best visually and Greg
Maclean is no exception. It's also great
to see through the extras on the disc that, being
from the art background, he isn't particularly
precious or overly poncy about anything. He knows
what he wants and how to get it and remains down
to earth about it all.
The soundscape and scoring by Frank Tetaz thankfully
plays with the less is more idea of film making.
The score is never obtrusive and the recurring
use of percussive sounds (sort of like a metal
drum being struck and ringing out) helps build
on the idea that the land itself is as imposing
as the fate we know awaits our lead characters. |
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